Dried oak leaves play tag across the newly greening lawn. This is a different kind of coffee shop…set along the small lake that edges a nature center not far from my house.

Geese call from the south shore. Pre-school boys try to mimic the honks.

I sip my icy root beer and watch the carbonated foam capture the sunlight as the soda  bubbles out the bottle’s top.

I sit on the terrace and watch springtime emerge.


Author: Judy Westergard

Retired English teacher, self-taught painter, inveterate reader and still lovin' my Kindle!

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